Luyện nghe bài hát Therapy

[Dead
Yeah,this muthafuckin Dead boy up in this
Yo,got my muthafuckin nigga Esham ready to kick shit for you hoes

Walkin on the fumblin with the razor blade
Rumblin with the ace of spade is the wicket rhymes are made
Sometimes I really like
I just can't deal with the of life
So I walk with the bloody butcher knife
Therapy,man I need some therapy cause nobody scarin me
I ain't got no love no one cares for me
Slippin it into to darkness I'm beyond that and that
I catch a flashback
Snap and yo ass
Black Devil get a shovel,grave
How you figure you kill a dead nigga
You gon kill a nigga
Bloody body baby bloody man I'm nutty what he
Nine bodies and I never got caught
the flatlines,man I walk the flatlines
And dead chalk lines make me walk lines
I don't lines .45 slug to my mind

I feel I'm on the
Man I need therapy

Boy talking]

I'm having thoughts
Brain dead from the coma
My aroma dead rotten gone but not forgotten
Seems you forgot
Man I took one
Now I lay me down to body hot rot
Got no love I was a toddler
Now I swallow for fun playin games with the gun
Hope I up,get up,throw up,mind blow up
I told my teacher I want to be like Hitler when I up
Now I got a mental block got the pussy cocked
Tick tock and ya don't stop the pussy pop
To the of dawn,to the break of dawn
again it's on
.357 chrome to my dome
Now I know you want to know about what I'm knowing
If